ContrA Lyrics

Talking up, we get up, rough with ya

Talking grunge might get done up with ya

Lovesick wanna hold it down with ya

I don't sneak around I spend my time with ya

He swear his wrist got froze; like he held it at gunpoint

Duffle bag of problems, she said she heard my first joint

Sinful, baller, look like I'm playing ContrA

Standing out your balcony? No matter, grab your wallets

Wealth chasing, hell-raising, so enough, ho-hating all hatred

I'm in the back I still put it in park

Searching my pockets

Go crazy, I'm the type don't see you there-- so lonely, soul chasing

I used to run out the back of the property

She telling me lots that she proud of me

I offered to put it in park with me

White Ferrari took me home

She went Juliet? Swear to me, I'm so Romeo

She poured some Clicquot I said

"Pardon me, but I'm more perico"

I'm partial to Diana, cups with substances in public

Apologizes like she planned it, I look past it cause I want it

Party thrashing, love in public. LSD the colors bombing

I look back and grab my bag like

"I should probably be on my way home now"

Talking up, we get up, rough with ya

Talking grunge, might get done up with ya

Lovesick wanna hold it down with ya

I don't sneak around I spend my time with ya

He swear his wrist got froze; like he held it at gunpoint

Duffle bag of problems, she said she heard my first joint

Sinful, baller, look like I'm playing ContrA

Standing out your balcony? No matter, grab your wallets